A Bookmark's Tumble

I finally scurried back indoors from the chilly sidewalk, eager to unwind beside the cozy armchair. Up on the wooden side table, a thick paperback was resting with a tasseled silk bookmark dangling over the edge. I grabbed the silky fringe thinking I could hoist myself up toward the pages, but the tassel slipped cleanly through my fingers! I tumbled backward right into a pile of loose cloth coasters with a quiet plop. It took me a second to realize I wasn't hurt at all, and I just laughed out loud at the ceiling. It made the softest landing pad ever.